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the luxury of being passengers, if it's all the same to you. We've had rather a rough time, one way and another, and just at present there's no shortage of funds. But that's another story. I'll tell you all about it later. Meanwhile, if you could oblige us with a decent square meal, we'd appreciate it a whole lot."
"Sure!" said the captain, turning to one of the hands. "Slip below and tell Bill Barnes to fix these men up with something special as a treat."
"Barnes!" repeated Dave, with a puzzled look. "He doesn't happen to be a comical-looking chap with one tooth and bushy eyebrows, does he?"
"I guess that's his photograph," said the skipper, amused. "Do you know him?"
Dave, hardly waiting to reply, dived after the sailor to the galley, and astonished his old friend of the Pacific Queen by bursting in upon him.
"Great Mackerel, kid! sha'n't I ever get clear of you?" exclaimed that worthy, wiping his greasy hands as he came toward the boy. "Who in thun-
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